The Caged Raven

Macnayer entered the room slowly dressed in a deep purple robe. His eyes moved to Raven and over her. He smiled at her appearance now that the dirt was washed away and her hair was groomed. Raven blushed when their eyes met and she turned her head quickly. He laughed lightly at this, surprised by her modesty, a woman who only a few hours early had tried to kill him.

Raven gazed at the fire and nothing more. A heat had overcome her that she did not understand. She twitched her fingers nervously and jumped when she felt his weight at the opposite end of the bed. He smelled good there was no denying this as his eyes met hers for a second time her heart moved to her throat. He looked like his ancestors in many ways but different. The demons he had descended from had not been nearly as muscular as he was, with fairer skin and not nearly as set a jaw. But the eyes were the same blue as always, brilliant, inhuman….intoxicating

"What's your name?" He asked.

"R-R-Raven. They call me Raven."

He smiled, “For your pretty features I’m sure.”

Raven felt the heat rise in her face again. She went to turn again when Macnayer caught her in his grasp and brought her close. She could feel his breath against her face. “Please…”she whispered, scared to move, scared to blink.

“Please what?” he asked back.

“Please don’t hurt me.” Raven’s heart felt as if it was going to burst through her ribcage. She wanted to pull away, to claw at the door and run for freedom, yet at the same time she found herself pondering what his lips would feel like if they were pressed against hers.

“Not yet lovely, not yet, that will come with time. In time, pain and pleasure will be the same. You will never know pain like you have ever again; instead you will know a pain so divine, so intoxicating you’ll beg for it. I will cause a hurt in you that will only be remedied by my touch. You will learn to love it but not yet. You, who have never been subjected to the ministrations of a man, it only seems befitting your first time be in a manner most gentle.” Macnayer could not help but touch the small woman’s hair. When they had been on the battle field he had wanted to reach out, to catch her by her long dark locks. But the thought that such an action would damage her had made him resist.

He could feel his newly acquired powers pulsing through his blood. The small psychic had little to offer him but her speed had been a welcomed addition. Though he moved brilliantly fast for a man his size, a slight edge wouldn’t hurt. A slight grin appeared on his lips and he brought Raven close and kissed her. She was his now, body mind and soul.

Raven felt her body tense when Macnayer’s lips met hers. His hands were on both sides of her face and his grip was just tight enough to keep her from moving. She had never been kissed in such a manner before. Kisses had always been on the cheek, or lightly on the lips. Never had she felt anything before was so consuming, so entirely passionate.

Macnayer broke the kissed and moved over her slowly pressing his weight lightly against her body. Raven was unsure why she was complying, why she was so willing to allow a man who, only a few hours earlier she had tried to kill, touch her in such a way. She swallowed once more and stared up at him.

“What are you going to do to me?” She asked watching him intently now.
Macnayer’s bangs fell in front of his left eye and for a moment Raven found him beautiful. “Do you now know what
it is to make love little one?”

“I don’t know love. I was bred for war not for love.” Raven’s words felt heavy on her lips. She wanted to cry but did not understand why. What was love? She had heard the word so many times in her life, but it had always been little more than a reassurance. Something that meant they would be there if she needed them and the reverse. She was where she was because they had said they loved her.

Love was pain, this she was sure of, and pain she welcomed. “Show me what love is,” she mumbled.

There was a low deep sound in his throat a certain grunt of compliance. He had moved his lips from her mouth to her throat and was kissing down it slowly. Raven felt the heat between her legs rise throughout her body and she melted into his touch. This was not pain, not yet; this was the eye of such a thing, the sweet nectar of pleasure before the deafening feeling of pain. A sigh left her lips and she closed her eyes.

Macnayer loosened the tie on the robe Raven was wearing and let the silk pool beneath her. He allowed his own to slip from his shoulders and bunch at the waist. He would disrobe in a moment but her comfort in his grasp came first. His lips trailed down from her collar bone to her sternum, his right hand grasping her left breast, massaging it lightly.

Raven moaned involuntarily. No one had ever touched her in such a way. On many an occasion she had heard her fellow warriors discussing things like this, things that had made them weak in the knees things that had made them worship their bedmates. Raven had never been able to conceive such a thing, something so carnal was so satisfying.

When Macnayer’s lips graced the nipple on her right breast, his hand still caressing the other one she gasped. “Wha-what are you doing?” she panted.

He broke away and moved so that his face was level with hers. “You wish me to stop little one?”

Raven hesitated. Somewhere in the back of her mind a voice echoed its displeasure but she pushed it away. “No…I just, I wasn’t ready for something like that-“

Macnayer couldn’t help but chuckle. “Trust me little one, this time it’s all for you. All you need to do is relax and trust me.”

There lips met once more and Macnayer returned to his earlier task. Raven considered the word trust for a moment. She did not trust the man she rested beneath, but what he was doing to her, by the gods what choice did she have?

Hands still teasing erect nipples, Macnayer’s lips trailed lower across a smooth stomach and onto hips. He glanced up at the woman writhing in his grasp anxious to see how she’d react next. He felt his manhood throbbing, still hidden in the folds of a robe. To be so gentle, so loving was not in his nature. Why he had not forced himself on the small form on the battlefield still had him pondering. She would not be the first of her kind that was female he had dominated. And yet, there was something, something he couldn’t put his finger on.

Raven felt an urge she didn’t understand, she wanted something, needed something to fill her, but what it was she wasn’t sure. And then she felt a slickness she recognized as Macnayer’s tongue and a wave of insurmountable pleasure rack her form. She cried out in a mixture of surprise and satisfaction. Her hips bucked against his actions, and he moved so that his fingers danced across her pelvis bone, slight pressure adding to her ecstasy.

Macnayer’s tongue darted in and out of the delicate folds, tasting and teasing. He would break away in a moment, his own release becoming more and more demanding on his form. But the squeals and the moans his little one was emitting urged him on further, coaxed him into pushing her over edge.

But he broke away before her climax. Raven was panting when their eyes met. “Why did you stop?” she asked her gaze pleading.

“Because little one there is more to be had.”Macnayer moved to the end of the bed. He gazed into the hot coals of the nearby fireplace. The coals reminded him of the heat burning in his own body, the one that cried out to be quenched and quickly. He loosened the belt of the robe and allowed it to tumble to the ground. He turned and faced Raven entirely nude, his manhood at full attention.

Raven felt her cheeks go red and turned her gaze away from Macnayer’s nude form. He laughed once more. “Don’t be shy little one.”

“You’re naked.” Raven shuddered.

“And you have never seen a man naked before?”

Raven shook her head furiously and continued to hide her eyes.

Macnayer moved closer to her and kissed her. “Touch me.” He said turning Raven so that she was staring at him. He guided her hand to his chest. Her heart pounded against her ribcage rapidly, not so much with fear but with an unexplainable anticipation. She wanted to feel him, every inch of him and she did not understand why.

Macnayer continued to guide her and was not surprised when she wrenched back at the idea of placing her hand around his member. He held his grip tight on her wrist and guided her hand to it. Raven felt her breath catch in her throat. She found after a moment the organ was more fascinating than frightening.

She stroked the velvety skin, and listened to Macnayer’s purrs. She felt her body respond to the sounds. And she kissed his stomach an action she chose to question. Things in this setting, from what she could tell didn’t have to have a reason; instead they merely had to feel good to be acted upon. Raven could not decide her feelings towards such a thing. One did not act without reason upon a battlefield, not ever.

Macnayer moved over her once more and settled between her legs. “From what they tell me this may hurt at first but if you relax and trust me you will enjoy it.”

Raven nodded slowly; almost entirely positive she knew what was coming next. When she felt the tip of his manhood at her entrance she bit her lip. Macnayer entered with the utmost care. Raven gasped, this time more in pain than pleasure. For a moment she was convinced she would rip in two but the pain she had been lusting for greeted her willingly. She hissed and welcomed it, the man above forgotten momentarily. This thing, this physical love had done more to her than any day on the battlefield ever had and she couldn’t help but revel in it.

Macnayer’s lips met hers this time with a greater ferocity than before. “Untouched, by the gods what a prize you are little one. My prize.” He pulled himself out and entered once more, a bit quicker than before. Raven could feel the pain melting away, blossoming into a pleasure like before. She moaned aloud and reached up for the man above her. He sped up, not moving as quickly as she knew he could, but quick enough to do little damage to her.

Beads of sweat dripped from his body onto her own and again she found him beautiful in a way no man ever had been before. Men she knew, men who had followed her into battle had never looked the way he did. He was the definition of male in her mind. He placed a hand by her head for better balance and thrust deep, deeper than he had before. Raven cried out and arched her back, and moved closer to him. He moaned in agreement and cupped her behind pulling her as close as possible.

Macnayer felt his release at the brink. Her body had taken hold of him, the tightness a glimpse of carnal heaven. He didn't want it to end, the feeling different from that he'd felt before, deeper more emotive. He growled and gave two final thrusts, spilling his seed into her womb. He held her for a moment longer, gasping for air.

Raven twisted in his grip to get closer and kissed him on the lips. The great warrior had submitted fully now. Macnayer pulled out of the small woman and rested next to her, the sound of his heart echoing in his head.
Raven moved so that they were touching, stomach to stomach. They had formed a bond in her mind, one that could not be broken. And as she replayed the events on the battlefield earlier that day, the words exchanged she smiled a bittersweet smile. She was a possession now, a tool for this man, her captor, her enemy…her lover.

A/N:

Thank you for the reviews. I started a new job between CH1 and 2 which is the reason for the delayed update. I am hoping to be able to add a chapter each week, assumming of course the story continues to appeal to people. Thanks again, and positive critique is both welcomed and encouraged.